In just a few lines, the poem describes a moment of listening. The speaker hears something "in my trouble," so we sense they are worried or unsettled, though the poem never says why. What they hear is a voice, or something like one, and the surprise is that it brings comfort rather than more noise. The first line, "possible as being content," suggests that contentment is not guaranteed but just barely within reach, as if the voice makes it imaginable.
The second stanza gives the strangest and most beautiful image: "a quiet translated / from the desert night." Quiet is usually the absence of sound, yet here it has been turned into something that can be understood, like a message carried from one language to another. The desert night suggests vast empty space, stillness, and distance.
The mood is hushed, patient, and gently consoling. The speaker seems to find peace not by solving their trouble but by listening closely to silence.